Saturday, January 22, 2011

Windows are cracked open even though it's only 54 degrees (12 c).All Day Music on my headphones.Pretending it's Spring.Also, pretending I'm halfway through writing the thesis (that I am currently avoiding working on by writing here).

Monday, January 17, 2011

I was down and out with a crazy virus most of last week.As crummy as it was to be shaken to the core with non-stop coughing, it seems almost a blessing now.School starts this week and I am carrying a duffle bag of stress over its start.Being so focused on health (or lack thereof), carried me through last week.I was able to stare off into space for a while, watch a few old movies, and knit like mad.In the middle of my misery, I took a day to revamp Kidlet’s room (with my Mama…thanks, Mama!).Now that project is 95% finished and I can cross it off one of my many mental lists.I think I needed a forced vacation, one that confined me to the house with just enough energy to tackle one project.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Last night, Kidlet and I looked through a couple of photo albums. They were what you might call my “Best of Childhood” set, photos taken from birth until about age fourteen. Kidlet said she felt a little sad looking at the photos and suddenly I was overcome by a swelling of bittersweet emotion as well. The majority of the people in the photos are no longer here. My parents were so beautiful and in love. I thought about the relative simplicity of childhood through photos, me running through forests, celebrating holidays, hugging my parents.

But then Kidlet pointed to a photo of me at about age ten, sitting next to a mountain stream. She asked, “Is that me? That looks like me.” After that, I was drawn to studying the flow of time, watching my Mama turn from kid to middle age. I looked at photos of her mother, the age my mother is now, looking for the similarities and thinking about where I fit in.

Finally, humor. I pointed to a photo of me with skinny braids, blowing out the candles on my ninth birthday cake. I told Kidlet, “Look! Nothing changes!” And I pointed to the skinny braids curling about my neck.

It’s about time I put together some photo albums together of Kidlet, Hubs, and me.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

On the first day of the year, I typically bake a cake or a pie. I assessed the berries I froze last summer. I went through stacks of recipes. And then I decided that I really didn't have to bake something after all.

I wish I could end here with some little spiel about how it's a new year and I am learning to simplify, slow down.

Instead, Kidlet and I painted some test patches in her room.I made pancakes.I am getting ready to prep sauce, cheese, and toppings for the pizzas I am going to make tonight.I started another load of laundry.

At least it has been peppered with a good deal knitting and dithering over what yarn I want to use for my next sweater project.

About Me

I am a mama, wife, worker bee and am dreaming of writing a novel. I have a little abode with a wild yard and two sweet pups. I would like to learn to play the vibes. Knitting, wine, old films, and baking are a few things I love.